“let me OUT OF HERE, YOU FUCKING PRICKS!” ellie screamed, banging on the bars of her cell like it would do anything to get her out. i am not dying in here. i am not dying in here. i am not dying in here, she repeated to herself like a mantra, over and over like it’d come true if she said it enough. she really couldn’t die in here, not when she still had revenge to ensue.

it was ellie’s second day hunting abby in seattle when she was caught off guard by just a second and was ambushed by seraphites. she’d been knocked out, captured and thrown into a holding cell where she’s been left to rot until they decided what to do with her. lord knows how long she’d been in there, how long she was knocked out for, when she couldn’t even tell if it was day or night from the lack of windows in the building. ellie’s whole body was sore, aching, covered in cuts and bruises from being hellbent on killing abby and avenging joel and not letting her body rest in between. she couldn’t rest, not when joel’s killer was still out there… and being captured put a massive halt to her plan. she swore to god, she’d be furious if she’s killed by these idiot scars before she can achieve what she came here for.

but now ellie was awake and screaming her lungs out, shaking the bars and making as much noise as she possibly could to get the seraphites’ attention. that seemed liked the right idea to her.

but the only other person in the room, a girl in the cell beside her, thought different.